I've seen this place quite literally a million times, scrolling through my feed and constantly coming across photos of this place. For so long i've wanted to visit, and only 4 years of dreaming, a 6 hour drive and some rather salty banter and I finally made it.
This trip was rather a last minute plan and as a result of plans to go down to the snow falling through (everything happens for a reason I guess) which did result in a few spontaneous decisions including taking Joe's super low sports car off road into the middle of Penrose State Forest, living off two minute noodles and Deb mashed potato due to the rather imperfect meal at Batlow RSL which made some of us a little immobile, and spending a good 20 mins in the boot of Dylan's Golf with his camera strap stuck in the boot latch at about 11pm in the minuses. (insert image of Jasper from The Simpsons with his beard caught in a pencil sharpener)
Due to the above mentioned situation we were pretty short on time for a little bit of stargazing with the clouds coming over rapidly.
It was at about 11pm when I realised I was not prepared for the cold with my feet feeling numb within my worn out Converses.
It's the senses that really get into the mind at Laurel Hill, the sound of silence, the scent of pine, the perfectly symmetrical rows of trees everywhere you walk, and the feeling of the bitter cool air.
It is everything I imagined and more, the beautiful simplicity standing within the surrounds
I could spend all day admiring the beauty that is Laurel Hill, every inch you walk just adds to the atmosphere created by those huge iconic pines
So, was the 4 year wait worth it? I think we know the answer to this question, although hopefully if a dash of snow happens to fall this year it may take it that extra mile of beauty.
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